SHE LET US INTO THE house, which had the subtle smell of old wood and old wool-as I used to imagine Victorian homes smelled in Victorian times, before I was recently alerted to the painful truth that actually, at least here in London, they stink of whale oil, patchouli {woven into shawls to keep worms from eating the fabric in transit}, and backed-up sewers. I am now convinced everyone here goes to church for the incense.
( Neal Stephenson )
[ The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O. ]
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